Jack confides in CatherineThat he’s filing for divorceCatherine gives her promiseTo keep it secret but of courseAs soon as backs are turned in soapsThey’re sharpening their clawsMeanwhile my whole world is collapsingThe congregation’s nervousEspecially bride to beThere’s three of them, she’d rather haveGone down on bended kneeCredits roll on, “Speak up nowOr forever hold your peace”Meanwhile my whole world is collapsingIt’s pretty odd some two bob GodCan somehow grip the nationBut maybe to us sad old maresIt’s a form of consolationMakes us feel creative in a life minus creationMeanwhile our whole world is collapsingLook out on the streets outside, catch a conversationThe whole wide world is collapsingThe oldest of the brothersThe audience thought was deadReturns to find his sister and his wifeTucked up in bedIf this is true to lifeFeed me fantasy insteadMeanwhile the whole world is collapsingIt’s pretty odd some two bob GodCan somehow grip the nationBut maybe to us sad old maresIt’s a form of consolationMakes us feel creative in a life minus creationMeanwhile our whole world is collapsingRiots on the streets outside, they’re tearing up a nationThe whole wide world is collapsingThese petty little problemsThey bring into our homeWe actually tend to laugh about'Cause ours would not get shownAnd suffering's so much funnierWhen it’s theirs and not your ownMeanwhile your whole world is collapsingIt’s pretty odd some two bob GodCan somehow grip the nationBut maybe to us sad old maresIt’s a form of consolationMakes us feel creative in a life minus creationMeanwhile our whole world is collapsingLook out on the streets outside, catch a conversationThe whole wide world is collapsingThe whole wide world is collapsing